rusted gears grinding
as the body fell apart,
forcing itself to push
without any strength.
sparks caught,
oil spilled,
rhythm ruined by the stutter,
but the machine still had some life.
in the quiet hours one day,
a soft click took place-
a slow whir
as the heart found its beat.
the pulse has returned,
running with a smoothness
it has not had in years.
still scratched, still scarred,
but humming-
a machine that remembers breaking
and still tracks time beautifully.
i am free.
it took time,
but i am free
from the torment of fear,
of myself.
i hand the map to the wind,
no longer needing the guidance
as i opt for what was once insane to me-
a path of my own creation.
no crowd, no hand to hold-
only the river to keep me company
in a world of silence and peace.
i am the voice and the sound,
the ocean and the tide,
the storm and the calm after.
i am the soil and the seed,
and i control my destiny.
today
for so long,
the sky has been dark-
heavy with tears,
full of pressure.
clouds hold me down,
not letting light shine on me
as the days grow longer
and emotions buckle.
today, a mistake was made
and a gap was forgotten,
allowing a ray to reach me
and provide me warmth.
it did not heal me fully,
nor did it feel like joy,
yet,
but it felt like the first step
out of a locked room.
what if
what if i stop at the terminal
and watch my plane soar,
the return home
put on pause
as i restart
what if i step forward
and the world bends-
new streets, new faces,
the echo of my name
falling from mouths i donβt know
what if i leave behind
every familiar shadow,
every hand that ever held my own
to stand in the silence
of my own making
what if this is it-
the chosen moment
before the world trembles
and everything
becomes something else
what if it’s my time
π
the moon, stars, sun, universe,
it does not matter.
if you wanted it,
i would do whatever it takes
to make it yours.
π
just me and my shadow,
wandering these streets,
riding these buses.
a silent taxi ride
interrupted by horns blaring,
reminding me of the noise
of the world.
dinner for one
under the night sky,
moonlight reflecting
off the silverware.
is this a reminder
that maybe being alone
isn’t so scary?
free
the storm has settled,
the clouds dispersing
and my chest no longer caved in.
air can once again
flow freely through my lungs,
allowing me to stand up
on this spinning platform.
it is quiet,
but the kind of quiet
that reminds me of the focus-
ππ.
the world will not stop,
so why should i?
i rose.
i sat in the hole,
hands raw from clawing at stone,
eyes filled with tears.
for so long
the walls looked endless,
my voice unable to be heard.
but then-
a sliver of light
peaked over the edge,
dim, patient,
waiting for me to notice.
step by step
i rose,
bones aching,
heart unsure,
mind fearful.
when my fingers touched the edge
and the sun shined down on me,
soft and warm,
i knew
there was still a place
for me in this world.
β€οΈβπ©Ή
even in pain,
the soul will love
and that is beautiful.
π
even on the rainiest of days,
the sun still smiles
and the birds still sing.
the tears may flow,
but happiness will reign.
rog's poems 